Laundromat Cassandra

There was a girl in the laundromat who’d tell your future while you waited for your clothes to dry. She did it with cards – not Tarot cards (she said there was no magic in something made to be magical) but worn-out baseball cards and library cards with scribbled names and gift cards for businesses long closed.

I asked her to tell my fortune once, but she just smiled sadly and told me she was so very sorry.

This is for Three Line Tales 237. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Mennie for providing the photo prompt.